Marvel One Shots

Bakery (Stucky)

AU where, during his recover, Bucky gets passionate about baking and decides top open a bakery.
Credits of the fanart to the artist

Bucky had to find something to entertain himself with. His days were extremely monotone, everyday was exactly the same as the one before. He woke up, trained, met his shrink and that was pretty much it.
That morning he woke up to a cold bed. He usually was the first one to wake up and the rare times Steve woke up before him, he always made sure to stay in bed until Bucky himself woke up.
Bucky checked the time. It was 5:30, just as any other morning. Bucky got dressed, ready for his training, hoping to find Steve already at the gym. He silently walked down the corridor, if something good came out of his Hydra training, was walking very silently, as a cat.
He arrived at the gym, but it was empty. He shook his shoulders and started his training, confident that Steve would be back.
But Steve didn't come back, not for his training, nor for breakfast. Bucky walked to his therapist's office, but during the whole session, he kept thinking about Steve, slightly worried for his safety. He knew that Steve was not that sickly, fragile boy that picked fights in the dark alleys of Brooklyn. Unfortunately, Steve didn't change much, not only he wouldn't back off, but h would start fights with guys twice his size. And Bucky was not kidding, as weird as it sounded, yes, there were people bigger than Steve.
Bucky walked back to the Avengers tower, where he lived with the rest of the team. Somehow, Steve had convinced Tony to let Bucky stay with them, on the condition that Bucky was not going to join them in battle. Bucky didn't want to fight, but he was scared for Steve, knowing he didn't change much from when they were just kids.
He sat on the stool in the kitchen, leaning on the counter with his head on his arm.
"Mister Jarvis?" he shyly called. "Do you know where Steve is?"
He was still a little bit skeptic about Jarvis and all of the technology Tony had installed in thr Tower.
"Mr Rogers' location is classified"
Bucky rolled his eyes. He knew the meaning of that. Steve was out on a mission with the Avengers, meaning,he would come back pretty much beaten up.
"Do you know when they will be back?"
"No Mr Barnes"
Bucky laid on the counter for a while longer, until he decided to pick up his leather jacket and his cap and walk out. He didn't know where he was going, he just walked until he ended up in front of a bookshop. He walked in, looking at the book covers. He smiled when he saw that they were still selling some of the same books he read when he was in his teen years. A colourful cover caught his eye. It was a beautiful, appetizing cake. He picked it up, looking through the pages. Suddenly, all he wanted to do was baking. He took the book to the cashier, paid for it and walked to the closest grocery store. He bought everything he night have needed, not sure of what he really wanted to make.
When he arrived home, he emptied the bag on the kitchen counter, took a mixing bowl and whatever else he might need and chose a recipe. It was hard, doing everything with one hand, he couldn't even count how many times something fell. The kitchen was a mess, there was flour sprinkled all over the counter and the floor, eggshells were broken everywhere, he had flour and dough all over his hair and clothes. Eventually, he made it thought the first recipe and several more. He kept baking for hours, lightly whistling and singing songs from the 40s. He didn't even realize it was already dark outside. The kitchen table was covered in plates full of cookies of at kind. He made normal chocolate chips, double chocolate chips, peanut butter and much much more. He put the last baking trail in the oven, setting the timer and looked around, realising that the whole kitchen was a mess. He scoffed and walked out to take some cleaning supplies.
"Don't let them burn, Jarvis"
When Bucky came back to the kitchen, he found the Avengers standing in the kitchen.
Peter was stuffing his mouth with different cookies.
"Mr Barnes there are GREAT!" he said spitting crumbles everywhere.
Each of the other took one cookie and walked to their room while Steve popped on the chair, exhausted.
Bucky sat on Steve's lap,caressing his bruised face.
"You really haven't change one bit huh?" Bucky asked, wiping some dirt from Steve's cheek.
"You bake now?"
Bucky looked at all of the cookies on the table and nodded.
"It's actually nice" he said, choosing a cookie and spitting it in half, sharing it with Steve.
Steve was extremely tired and didn't have the strength to get up e hop in the shower. The two stayed snuggles on the chair, munching on cookie after cookie until Tony ran into the room and grabbed another cookie.
"Barnes! These...are...AMAZING!" he said stuffing his mouth.
"Uhm, thanks" Bucky replied, looking at Steve.
Tony never liked having Bucky around and, if he could avoid it, he would avoid him altogether.
"Barnes, come with me"
Steve looked at Bucky and ten at Steve.
"I won't kill your boyfriend, don't worry Capsicle"

A few hours passed since Tony had taken Bucky away from Steve. Steve was waiting for him in their bedroom, throwing a ball in the air.
Bucky finally came back and laid next to Steve, snuggling against his chest.
"Tony really loved those cookies huh?"
Bucky caught the hunch of sarcasm in Steve voice and rolled his eyes.
"He wants to make me a new arm"
Steve looked at Bucky ad rolled over. Bucky laid on the bed, waiting for Steve to snuggle against his chest.
"Why? He barely looks at you"
"Well, he loved my cookies and given the mess I made, he thought that i could make more cookies with an additional arm"
Steve giggled. 
"Sounds like him"

Steve was out on a mission with Sam and Natasha, the rest of the Avengers were at the Tower and Bucky, like any other day, was mixing batter in the kitchen, whistling songs from the 40s.
He had tried every recipe in the first book he had bought, as well as the ones in many other books Tony had bought for him. And working with a new arm, an arm that was actually functional and not designed to kill, was amazing. Bucky baked all day long, every day, and, much to his surprise, he started making a smaller mess every time. He would wake up in the middle of the night in a puddle of sweat, his mind going back to every horrible thing he did, and he would start baking and he wouldn't stop until the whole kitchen was full of cakes and cookies. The good thing about living with a bunch of superheroes was that, no matter how much Bucky baked, there was never going to be anything left by the end of the day.
One day a crazy idea jumped into Bucky's mind. He decided that he wanted to open a bakery. When he told Steve, he was ecstatic that Bucky had finally found a way to channel the anger and guilt for his past actions.  Everybody was happy that Bucky wanted to open a bakery and everybody did everything they could to help him. Even Tony. He basically sponsored he whole thing, mending, piece by piece, his friendship with Steve.
Weeks later, Bucky's Bakery was open for business.
Everything was good, everybody did what they loved, for Steve it was saving the world, for Bucky it was baking. But Bucky spent so much time at the bakery and Steve on missions that they barely saw each other.  Steve missed his boyfriend, sure, he had him to himself for the night but only until Bucky got up either because of a nightmare or because he had to start baking for the day.

"Buck" Steve growled feeling Bucky getting up. "You seriously have to go now?"
"Baby you know it, I have to open up".
Steve rolled over.
"Can I come with you?" Steve looked at him with puppy eyes "Please?"
Bucky rolled his eyes. "Yes, just move that pretty ass"
When they arrived at the bakery, Bucky started the machinery and prepared all of the ingredients while Steve sat on the counter, observing every single movement.
"Are you just going to sit there or are you going to help me?"
Steve jumped off the counter and walked over to Bucky, who was frosting hi cupcakes, and trapped him between his body and the countertop. He kissed his neck.
"What type of help do you need?"
Bucky moaned, letting the pastry bag fall on the counter and turning toward Steve.
Steve picked him up and walked towards a counter on the other side of the room, kissing his neck. He put Bucky down, untied his apron and took his shirt off. Bucky locked his arms around Steve's neck.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God" Tony screamed as soon as he opened the door.
Steve and Bucky parted and Bucky crossed his arms on his chest.
Tony was followed by Peter, who turned around straight away.
"Get it together guys" said Tony, grabbing a donut for him and one for Peter, before walking out, trying to forget the scene they just walked into.
Bucky and Steve looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Steve walked one more closer to Bucky, putting his hands by his hips and placed himself between Bucky's, trying to get back in for a kiss.
Bucky smiled looking at Steve's lips, getting closer to him. They were millimetres away, breathing each other's air, wanting to taste their lips.
And then...the oven timer rang.
Steve growled, rolled his eyes and stepped aside, laughing.
Bucky jumped down the counter and ran to take the cooking trail from the oven.
"I'll make it up to you tonight, babe"